Wish I Knew

(album: Snake Me - 2023)

Huh, Hey shootbaby
(Hello? Xanman?)
I-I wish I knew that, you know what I'm saying, I wish I knew a lot
Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk, Sparkheem)

Rifle got hair and triggers, I just bought her a wig
I love what she do when she get in that bed
Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead
Not a family guy, but my bitch look like Meg
Yeah, none of these niggas don't shoot
I'm dropping that shit off MW2
If I get highed up, you can catch me off goop
This Drac' got real wood, they call me Groot
I told you, if this bitch cheat, I'ma kill her
This bitch got a mind of it's own like Matilda
Fuck I look like buying guns when I build 'em?
Hol', grab the Glock right there, I'ma leave him
Walk down with that Drac', it's that season
Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I'm Ian
Put the F in the [?] feel like Fajita
Cut ties with a bitch like Kanye did Adidas

Yeah, I wish I knew that this Drac' 'bout to hit him
I wish you knew that I was talking to bitches
Twenty-five in the clip, it's like Christmas
He tried to cross me but he ain't Christian
I'm a fuck nigga, I'm not for GloRilla
I take all the shit like a picture
I poured a whole six in a pitcher
Functional drug addict, I'm addicted
Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hitting
Give me that bitch number, I'ma hit her
Feeling like [?], nigga, I'm not a [?]
Fuck nigga got Veneers, we knock out them dentures
Nigga, what's up with all that tippin'?
Catch him down bad, he
None of these niggas not trapping
Wipe the blood off my shirt with a Popeyes napkin
I ain't toting no ghost, this manufactured
Could've made a move with the .40, what happened?
Can't believe what I made off a five dollar mattress
I been looking for blood like Morbius, Dracula
Got purple tips in my gun, look like lavender
I ain't saving no bitch, this not Greys Anatomy
I pulled out the stick, he like rap battling
Too sharp with the gun, I could shoot out a cavity
My dawg still selling that Scooby like Daphne
Put three in his head like a triple-a battery
I wish you knew how I feel, no hope
Put his head on the fridge like a suicide note
That nigga not shooting, ain't letting no stick go
Her head was so good that I came in like six strokes
Glock 7/11, get killed for a big gulp
Look up to Ted Bundy, they call me a sicko
Yeah, let's see who spinning this shit like a disco
Let's see who make niggas duck like limbo
High off that Fentanyl, done hit a lamppost
I wish these bitches had something to stand for
I put a band on his head like Masenko
Bitch-ass nigga ain't letting no Drac' go